The Healer
Subterfuge in touching you
Alleviate was my purpose.
Somewhere along those missguided shores
I left you gasping for breath
As my blood surged.
Striking. Spectacular. Imposing.
I leapt, dashed, strangled
Without ever meaning to.
All I yearned for
Was the chance to heal you.
Mistaken. Unsound. Imprecise.
My faults leaked from my well-intentioned fingertips.
To handle your inescapable pain
Let it escape. Let it be mine.
And as your hushed heartbeat thumped to the rhythm of my selfish ways
I let you slip away.
Unease. Sorrow. Compunction.
I'll regrettably live to heal another day.
Putting Things in Order
Closing my eyes to sleep
Trying to connect every little thing I see
Even in the dark, images come to life
Playing the role of a god
Just for a minute to decide
Which story I want to play
To accompany me throughout the night
Sunrise and sunset, I seldom see
Mother, father, a family
Letters, cards, poems not written
Hoping to have courage the next day
30 seconds remaining
Tossing and turning
I want to see your face, his face, our faces
Because I know I can't remember my dreams
So, it's okay to take a random piece of memory
That's what I tell myself every evening
Waiting, creating, connecting
Sing Your Song
words go down on paper
Ideas rush through minds
Love steals hearts
And men and women continue on
A blue bird flies by
Chasing a cardinal
The songs they sing
intertwine to make beauty
The artists mind wanders
His body ages
His love of life fades
but he still puts pen to paper
I wonder
but have yet to wander
I aspire
but have yet to inspire
Doubts cripple strong men
But determination carries us through
The cardinal sings a song of love
The blue bird sings one of sadness
And I sit
pen in hand
paper on desk
and words in my heart
I always have beautiful music playing.
I replay the events of the day backwards to go over anything I may have missed. "Did I remember to tell them I love them?" "Does she know how much she means to me?, did I take the time to make sure they know that I am grateful for everything they do for me?" Then I get to my dreams of the night before, last night was a wonderful one! Pure love from heaven from my elders, oh Twas a loving sort!
Anyway, usually I try to plan the coming day, at least have an idea of what the next day will look like.
There's usually a Doberman as close to me as he can get, as the sound of the
Music lulls me to sleep.
My music choices: Listen to Moon-Silvered Clouds by Deuter on @AppleMusic.
https://itun.es/us/cwn4e?i=81843556
Listen to Life and Death by Paul Cardall on @AppleMusic.
https://itun.es/us/onciX?i=824189778
Check out the music. Sweet dreams baby.